Hang Up the Phone
On a recent first date, the girl I was with must have had her cell phone glued to her ear. From the time I picked her up, she was either on the phone, texting, or checking her e-mail. I spent more time looking at the ceiling. What I did next should qualify me for some kind of award. I excused myself from the table and walked out of the restaurant and into my car. I drove home and left her there by herself. Ah, the joys of messing with someone like that.
— Shane, 25